The song's originally from the Ending theme of the anime Le Chevalier D'Eon and sung by Aya. This was originally planned a year ago, but it's only now that I'm able to muster up my courage to type this. And sorry about it being rushed and all. I'm merely typing what's in my head.
Oh, and sorry for the OOCness of the characters! I don't know much about Alois' personality (and I don't want to, since he's my most hated character) and I might fail...
"Rise, High, Just Feel Alive-"
It... it was like a new Contract began. Like the first one dissipated to be replaced by another.
Something more tangible.
More solid.
More... real.
I thought it was improbable for me to ever behold something else besides white. But I see green. I see purple. I see blue.
I see... black.
And red.
I never thought that I'll be able to see it. That smile. That smile that seemed inappropriate for a creature like him.
But there it is. It wasn't just discernible. It was obvious. It was true.
It was sincere.
I play along, intending to see it more, as he helps me up and walks me. My eyes immediately notice the brown trunk that contrasted against the meadow of green. But I dare not ask him. His smile now, I won't be able to look through it if I do.
"Breathtaking..." I mumble out at the yellow surroundings that gave birth to blue, him by my side.
"Indeed it is." He replies back, as we gaze on the sun's rays.
I laugh out. How shallow of him to not notice it!
"Sebastian, I'm not talking about the sunrise!" I say at him, lifting up a nervous grin as he leans onto me... closer and closer...and...
He then understood.
"Say, a prayer for you, today"
It means nothing to me. This world... I wonder, why must I partake with it?
In this immense, grandiose stage, knowing my lines and my part itself is short?
Especially when he...
When my butler, Claude will one day end my lines?
He's now here, waiting for me to finish my cup. My servants, my useless servants, also with him, cautiously waiting for me to end my long drink. These imperfect people, unworthy of me to hold onto this china teacup that Claude bought for me.
I do not need them. And yet I do, because Claude says I do.
But I don't, really. The only one I need is none other than Claude, no one else.
"And I still believe in your love"
And I'm really ashamed of saying it. Saying it to the one who'll 'greedily devour me to the bitter end'.
I sip my cup more, letting its cold skin crawl onto mine.
Claude... honestly, I don't want anyone else other than him. It's not because he's perfect, or because he isn't from this world, ready to satisfy my whims.
It's because I know, in this inhumane stage of deception, I know I can trust him.
I know I can love him.
"Trace the shadow of truth into the dark"
His Master finally ends his session of tea.
He lets the other servants take it all away, as the boy, his master Alois, slumps on the table, his gaze empty.
His master doesn't look on, as he places his gloved hand on his Highness' shoulder.
"It's time we must go, your Highness." He says, in that deep, no-nonsense appassionato of a voice.
His master merely turns his head, fixing his crystal orbs onto his gold ones.
"Must we... really?"
This wasn't the time to drone on with his master. Time is of the essence. It was more important that they go on now.
"I'm scared... Claude..." His master whispers, as his chair retreats and he stands, now staring at the spotless table.
The butler doesn't answer. He doesn't need to.
"But you'll be with me, right Claude?" He then chimes at him with a brightly-lit smile, the traces of the downcast confession earlier long gone. "You'll always be with me. Until then. You won't leave me." He then grabs hold of Claude's arm and begins to dance. "Hahaha! Claude won't make me alone! He never, ever will! No he won't!"
Alois then pauses.
"Right Claude?"
He doesn't answer.
He doesn't need to.
"Forever...
Tears fall, vanish into the lies"
The outcome was inevitable. It always was.
Both of black stare at each other from far apart. Ruby against gold.
The contractors also. Eyes were dimmed. Mouths were slack. Hands were stiff.
It was all ready. The chessboard was now laid out.
The pieces had already assembled. It was now time to make their moves.
"If I'm a sinner
Chivalry show me the way to go"
I know that this was the eventual conclusion.
The future had already mapped itself in front of me. It was up to me to either alter it to change my destiny, or to continue the present path, and seal my fate.
I ended up doing both.
The future was how I expected it to be, and at the same time, it wasn't. The lapses are now absent. The legacy I left will be stamped out into history. The revenge I savoured completely taken in full.
But this... this wasn't how I expected it to be.
My fellow player, that child... is now weeping near me, his eyes fighting hard to open as his breaths become shallow, and his tears slow in flowing.
He was going to die.
The blood-soaked chest of his proved it.
His butler is tenderly beside him, eyes cold and body unmoving as his master weakly tries to extend out his arm to reach him.
To my surprise, he does so. Placidly. Yet precariously.
The boy smiles at him, a smile that I still am unable to do as his tears continue to glaze his eyes.
And to my astonishment (and amusement), the butler smiles back.
As the boy's eyes close.
"Wandering my crying soul, only you can wipe away my tears"
Did we win?
I want to ask him if we won. But I guess, I can't, and probably never will be.
He looks at me, still standing. Still standing tall, with only one leg.
I'm proud that a butler of mine can do that. It was too... emotional for me to see it.
My breathing, as it steadily slows down, I figure that this is probably the end.
He still stands and looks at me with that unfeeling gaze of his. It was annoying for me to see.
Especially now, that he's going to eat me.
I wonder how I'll taste like. I should probably ask him, when I'm inside that stomach of his...
So... this is how it feels. I thought it was scary. To slip away. But now that I'm presently slipping away, I guess it isn't.
...
But... it's a little sad to.
I try to give my best and my last smile at him, all the while my mouth bubbled in red, as I try to extend my hand and touch his.
He lets it to.
Claude, even then, even with my contract ending, he still follows an order of mine.
I'm really happy!
And now, before everything goes black, that smile of his tells me he agrees.
"Wandering my crying soul, only you can wipe away my tears"
I already mentioned it; I never expected it to happen.
My future, to become like this.
To lie on this bare, earthen slab, my eyes closed, as I pray for the inevitable to not happen.
But it will. No matter how hard I pray, I know God Himself won't listen to my pleas.
Especially if, it was none other than a demon you are praying for.
I move closer to Sebastian, and see him in pain. He twitches, though sparingly as he fixes his eyes on mine. His lips barely move, as they let out long and silent breaths.
It was like torture for me to behold it, as he tries to tell me that everything will be all right. As he tells me, he'd always be there to serve me, since he was my butler.
But how can he, really, now that he already laid out his life for me?
I never told him to do that. To use his precious life to compensate for mine. It wasn't an order.
And yet he did it. He executed it. Flawlessly. Unhesitatingly. Like a butler of mine should.
"Do not be sad, Young Master." He croons, looking onto me with those eyes that seemed to lose the brutality that I often see hidden beneath. "We cannot have the Young Master mourn for a mere butler such as myself."
I look onto him, and not say anything. But I am screaming inside.
Fate was so damn cruel.
"You aren't just a butler!" I admonish, suppressing my tears with bursts of anger. "You are a butler of the Phantomhives! You dare to betray me with such words? I order you. Live!" I immediately remove my eye patch to reveal my contracted eye. "Live! You dare disobey me? Our contract isn't over! I'm still your master, and you are my butler! And you-"
All Sebastian needed was turn his head to make me silent. He looks at me, his expression of sadness genuine.
"Look into my eyes, Young Master." He says, as his voice weakens.
I do. From the red, I see my face dotted with blood and grime, and from there, I see it. My eyes.
Both were now blue. I am stunned.
"It is finished, Young Master." He whispers. "You are free. And so am I."
This wasn't possible.
"I shall be gone now, Young Master."
Sebastian can't-
"I'll now be able to turn into nothingness."
The contract can't have-
"Now, Young Master-"
No!
"Sebastian I-"
I look at him. He looks at me.
And then begins to titter.
"D-don't say those words. I order you!"
"I'm no longer under your jurisdiction Young Master."
"Then I beg you!" I say, my tears lucid. "I don't..."
Silence cracked.
It was too humiliating. Of course he knows what I am going to say!
"I- don't want you to die."
I wait.
For a moment, he looks at me, mildly surprised. And then he smiles at me, shaking his head.
"Such a predictable exclamation for you to tell me, Young Master."
I close my eyes in embarrassment. After all, he was correct.
"Although, it was... still unpredictable for the master to say such transparent words."
How right of him.
"I wish to grant it though, Young Master, but in order for you to live, the contract has to be broken."
"F-for me to live?"
"If the contract existed at this time, then you would have died with me but instead, I chose to annul it. My death isn't the Young Master's fault."
This-this... demon-no- this- this- person...
"Shut up."
"I'm merely telling the truth."
"Shut up."
"Young Master I-"
"Shut up!" I thunder at him. "I didn't command you to violate our contract and yet you- Who the hell do you think you are?"
It was another time I became speechless. The emotion won me over as I struggle to breathe from the tears that continue to vehemently flow.
Sebastian bears the stillness along with me. He doesn't say a word, but he smiles, albeit sadly.
"Forgive me Young Master. I have sinned against you."
I do not answer and continue to halt my tears.
"But still, I am a demon. A sinner. Even though I am a loyal butler, I cannot change at what I originally am."
He then looks at me.
"But you can. Because you are a mortal. You aren't an angel, nor a devil. You aren't perfect, correct, but it is bestowed to you for a reason. For you to choose. To make a choice, to either be perfect at it or not. It is a gift."
He places his hand on mine.
"And I want you to formally receive it." Sebastian says, as he looks at me gently, the smile on his lips neither displaying true joy nor sorrow. "Because you are my master."
I look at him in disbelief. But still, I acknowledged it.
"Now then, I must pass. You shall never see me again." He smiles, as he then shuts his eyes...
"Wait!" I then say at him. His eyes flutter immediately as he bore it onto mine.
"Goodbye then." I smile, as I look onto those red, supposedly emotionless eyes for the last time.
"Indeed, farewell, Young Master." He says, his simper much, much real as he then disappears.
And from those eyes, before they drifted away, I saw a trace of translucent liquid.
"Forever, tears fall vanish into the lies"
"Forever, tears fall vanish into the lies..."
END.